Practise speaking what needs to be said.
Let the old words go, let them fall away
like last year's leaves, their last day
forgotten: let them be dead
You need a new tongue now
to savour once and then disavow
forever those love poems mouthed at night,
the joy of saying wet nouns,
verbs that sounded
true, the delight
you assumed was ever-meant hands on one another, purely spent.
Find your former selves in dreams
where passion-paired once more
you share the pouring
thoughts that need no streams
of words to work--But for now you must
change your life, give up speaking dust. Back to Line
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